Monday, December 17, 2012

On a walk through our town-immediately-outside-of-DC neighborhood this weekend, what should Annie, Earnestine, and I see on our walk but chickens!

And not just a solitary chicken, no, but five chickens, strutting about an entirely unfenced front yard and eyeing us with some serious suspicion. (My camera’s shutter clicking might have had something to do with it too.)

[”Do they suspect, Helga?”
“How could they, Aethelfled?
“Everything has gone according to plan…”]

I was surprised by their feral state: there they were, just strolling around (well, their movements were a little too jerky for strolling, but you get the idea), with no coop to contain them and their devious schemes.

Is this typical for chicken ownership? I mean, I know the whole urban/suburban-chicken movement is a big thing now, but I would think that the dangers of predation and/or chicken runaways would necessitate some kind of fencing. Unless…can one train chickens to stay put—and to defend themselves?

Were these perhaps ninja chickens?

Think on that, friends. Think…on that.

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Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Which is soooo true, but in this case I’m referring to the fact that I walked all the way to work Monday morning in beautiful post-rain, foggy weather, without seeing a single beast beyond a couple of surprisingly elusive squirrels.

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Just to be clear: I don't work at the National Zoo--I just live near it. I'm originally from Detroit, most recently from Boston (where I got my Ph.D. in biology from Tufts University), and am now living in Washington, DC.